Dirty little secrets..
Dirty little secrets.. I watched the moon rise and the sun run away and I remember ‘ You and I’. I’m the dancing moon whispering words of love to you as we pass… Continue reading
Tag Archive: Coyote Poetry
My darkest days..
My darkest days Winter of 1992 was holding on and I was hiding out on Highway one. I brought the vodka and pineapple juice to Big Sur. Me and my soldier friend Robert… Continue reading
They kill angels on earth dear God.
They are killing angels on earth dear God.. “The UN recorded at least 33,443 civilian deaths in armed conflicts in 2023, representing a 72 per cent increase compared with 2022, and the proportion… Continue reading
A wing and a prayer..
A wing and a prayer… He told the Lake St. Clair. We become, who suppose become. Hell-bound life can lead us to place of peace. He told the lady of the lake. Kind… Continue reading
One angel knows my name.. Remembering Joey Feek.
“Three fingers of Tequila One finger for the cancer, one finger for the poison they send pouring through your vein one finger for the preacher cause I don’t believe the Jesus that who… Continue reading
Ain’t blue no-more..
Ain’t blue no-more… “Hey nonny no! Men are fools that wish to die. It not fine to dance and sing when the bells of death do ring— Unknown writer” “Fair is love, and… Continue reading
Can we survive crazy? Three little poems..
1- I loved the hard climb, the untouched path. I listen for the flowing river and I go to her. Rarely do I see people. I sit with the trees, the free animals… Continue reading
Nevermore, evermore or nothing more.
Nevermore, evermore or nothing more…. She told me, please take of the mask. You may not like what you see. You have learned to love the darkness, please look closer, look closer till… Continue reading
Sway… And a beautiful Anita Kelsey song.
Sway… The Poet’s wish. Never sweet and never easy. A dancing beauty moved with the song. Her hips moving slowly with the tempting words. The dancing damsel, she knows she was the Hemingway’s… Continue reading
Listen, think, speak..
Listen, think, speak.. Grandfather told me often. Take two to fight and take one not to fight. If the aggressor had no-one to fight. Maybe we can learn peace. Grandma told me often.… Continue reading